it may just be a kiss on the cheek, but...

Have you ever noticed that there is like a lot of stuff on the internet? Like tons maybe even millions or trillions. And have you noticed that things seem to stick around for a really long time?  I'm sure this very insignificant, little blog could be used to embarrass my children when they are teenagers.  For this next post I am protecting my future teenager's true identity.

I have this fancy purse. The fanciest purse I've ever owned and probably will ever own. I love my purse and sometimes I will find myself staring at my fancy purse like it's a dreamy heart throb. {sigh} On one occasion I noticed my fancy purse had a stain on it where my dark denim had rubbed onto it's rich beige leather. 

On a trip to the mall I decided to stop by Nordstrom and ask the purse lady if there was anything that would clean my fancy purse. I had both of the boys with me and on this rare occasion they were actually listening to me and staying out of trouble. The purse lady and I discussed the prognosis of my purse for a few minutes and she gave me some helpful hints for removing the stain. I thanked her and then turned to collect my boys. When I turned around I couldn't believe what I saw. One of my boys was kissing a mannequin smack dab in the middle of it's bare plastic butt cheek.